On the subway a woman, fairly well-dressed, certainly not destitute, began to weep. In the moments that followed, she apparently became increasingly aware of the implications and seriousness of her situation, whatever it was, and her sobs became moans, and then screams of agony. James regarded her with disassociated curiosity, coming to the conclusion that any verbal intervention would just aggravate her more. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a crisply-folded white handkerchief and handed it to her. With no pause in her wretched verbalization, she took it, and pressed it to her eyes.
23/8/2020 08:07:59 pm
Makes me think of dementia patient lost. And humanities ability for compassion.
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